The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The arrow struck my left shoulder. It did not bite deep. It hung there, a dark feathered pin against the white wool of my tunic. I felt the heat of it before I felt the pain. A hot, wet pulse. Then the cold. I turned. The forest was a wall of grey ash and twisted oak. Smoke curled from the tree line, thick as wool. We were not alone. I knew this by the silence. The birds had stopped. The wind...

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